Erik
I stare at the wall in front of me.
This is the final piece.
The ending cannot be sorrow. It cannot be survival.
It has to be power.
She was never meant to be pitied.
She was meant to be unstoppable.
She just has to remember it.
Reborn in Flame -
The terrors that once shadowed me
Have lost their sacred claim.
The child I was lies scattered still
Among the wreckage of her name.
Dreams in tatters, faith undone,
A silenced voice in flame.
But embers breathe beneath the ruin,
Ash remembers what it was.
You may unmask your twisted tale,
Let every secret fall.
When truth ascends its rightful throne
It will not restore the girl at all.
Vindication is a hollow hymn,
It cannot raise the past.
You tore the veil from my reflection,
Left me nameless in the blast.
But flames do not devour the spirit,
They temper it with fire.
What you meant for my destruction
Has only forged me higher.
I rise from the ashes,
